The personal secretary accidentally sleeps with the scheming CEO

Su Qigang looked at the stubborn little face in front of him, and his voice sank: "If you haven't come back for so long, you will cause me trouble as soon as you come back. I apologize to Aunt Fan, and this matter is over. i^"

Jiang Liwen's body froze for a moment, she could hardly believe it: "What did you say?"

Su Qigang glanced at the media around him. There must be no scandals at this birthday party. He took a step forward and repeated: "Wenwen, you should know what kind of occasion this is. I apologize to Aunt Fan. What's the matter? In private."

Su Qianrong raised her face proudly, and Fan Minmin quickly smoothed things over: "Forget about Qigang, Wenwen is also young." As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Liwen, her eyes full of sarcasm, bitch, and me Dou, you are still very young!

Jiang Liwen moved slightly, her voice was choked in her throat, unable to come out.

She felt that her throat was very dry, as if it contained gravel, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry. %&*";

It's just that she kept her eyes open, not daring to close them, for she was afraid that tears would come out of her eyes for a moment. She didn't want to cry, she couldn't cry in front of them!

"Mr. Su, of course I know what kind of occasion this is." Jiang Liwen smiled, with the corners of her mouth slightly curled up: "If Mr. Su doesn't want to make his family ugly, you can! Give me 100 million, as long as you give me, you can do anything about the Su family." Man, I, Jiang Liwen, will never mention it from today on! I, Jiang Liwen, will never set foot in this yard from now on!"

Hearing these words, Su Qigang took a step back, tired like an old man, his handsome face showed a trace of anger, he never thought that his own daughter would want him to sever ties, let alone , she came back only for money!

"Okay, you want 100 million, right? Sorry, Dao Wanqian, this card is yours!" Su Qi just took out a gold card from his suit pocket and threw it at her, his chest heaving and falling, looking He looked very angry.

Fan Minmin stretched out her Qianqian slender hand, calming down for him, feeling affectionately: "Look, you are in a hurry again, if you have anything to say, please talk to Wenwen."

Jiang Liwen glanced at them, lowered her head, and stared at the shiny Jinka on the ground, her throat seemed to be on fire.

Crack, she heard something cracking in her chest, such a cold night, such a hot wound...

She stood quietly among the crowd.

The whole body is cold.

Sneering eyes shot from all directions.

Inch to the bone.

Jiang Liwen, you have to be strong, you have to hold on, as she read her name, her eyes started to turn red...

I don't want to admit defeat, I don't want to bend over, I don't want to lose the last self-esteem.

But now, she only needs to bow her head, as long as she squats down, she can get all the money, and she can make up enough for her mother's operation fee.

Isn't it just a word of sorry?Isn't it just to bear the humiliation of this moment?

Isn't it just throwing away everything that is worthy of pride?

Nothing great.

She can, she can let go of all her self-esteem...

Jiang Liwen took a deep breath, and she walked over slowly, ignoring Ye Jingshen's caring eyes on her, and also ignoring the obvious contempt in Su Qianrong's eyes, and the pity of other people, she didn't want to see anything , don't want to hear anything.

She walked up to Fan Minmin, her throat seemed to be being cut by someone with a knife, and the pain was unhealed: "Aunt Fan..."